Pink.
I get really sick and tired
Of hearing 'bout his face
The way the girls go on and on
You'd think he was from space
When me and all my girls
Talk about Oscar Wilde
It seems we can't get anywhere
Without a fangirl's stupid smile
'Cause his body is a priceless piece
Of how updated Faust should be
So Mr Bigstuff, who you think you are?
You were thinking you could get it for free?
No, no, no…
Hey ladies, yeah?
Let him know that he's damned
D-O-R-I-A-N Gray
Hey sisters, yeah?
The young and the glam
It's 'bout time he had to pay
Mirror, mirror, on the wall
To hate him is insane
He could never harm someone
Tell that to Sibyl Vane
When he goes down to the club
Half of his double life
Ask his friend, Henry Wotton
If he misses his wife
'Cause his body is a priceless piece
Of how updated Faust should be
So Mr Bigstuff, who you think you are?
You were thinking you could get it for free?
No, no, no…
No shady deals, no bargains made
If you want to have some fun
You can still accomplish that
Without remaining young
Let him know there's Hell to pay
To the flame, he's on his way
Look around, you thought you'd win
That's what comes from gambling
Hey ladies, yeah?
Let him know that he's damned
D-O-R-I-A-N Gray
Hey sisters, yeah?
The young and the glam
It's 'bout time he had to pay